#surefire way to put me in a good mood

[nanowrimo]

How Finding the Right Writing Community Can Support You as a Writer

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Novlr, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is the world’s first writer-owned creative writing platform, built by writers, for writers. Today, professional writer and Novlr Community Lead Pamela Koehne-Drube shares some of the benefits a writing community can provide:

I’ve been a storyteller since I first learned to speak and a writer since I first held a pen. The writing journey is an emotional roller coaster, and no single day is ever the same. 

There are moments of delight, like when a scene I’ve struggled with finally comes together, or the satisfaction of building a character who comes to life on the page. There’s the sense of accomplishment when my first draft is finished and I get to read my completed story, and the nerves of putting those same words in front of readers for the very first time.

There are lots of silent rooms, the soft tapping of keys, or the scribble of a pen. Sometimes the isolation gets too much, and that’s when I grapple with writer’s block, wrestle with stubborn plot holes, or have to slog through edits I’m just not in the mood for.

In my years as a working writer, the most important thing I’ve learned is that while only I can do the writing, I don’t have to go on the journey alone. A writing community can make all the difference in keeping me motivated. 

What is a writing community?

Writing communities are as diverse as the writers who are part of them. Every writer will have a different need from their community, but what they do share is giving writers the opportunity to interact, share knowledge, and provide mutual support.

Some communities come ready-made. NaNoWriMo is a prime example, where diverse writers all rally together to achieve a common goal and support each other along the way. It has been one of my biggest encouragements over the years. And at Novlr, we’ve built an entire writing workspace around the idea of community, not only offering a virtual space for writers to come together and share their wins, struggles, ideas, and techniques but also giving our writer-owners a real say and influence in how our platform grows and develops.

Why are writing communities important?

Writing communities are a lifeline for many of us, offering a nurturing environment where we can learn, grow, and find kinship. Whether it's seeking feedback, gaining inspiration, or just breaking the isolation often associated with writing, they play an invaluable role in any writer's journey.

Encouragement

Sometimes, as a writer, all you need is someone telling you you’re doing a good job. Positive affirmations and encouragement can make all the difference, not only to your confidence but also to motivate you to stick with it. Being able to share ideas, troubleshoot plot holes, and celebrate even the small victories with people who get it is the perfect motivation.

Accountability

Being part of a writing community that openly shares its goals and commitments is a surefire way to motivate you to follow through. Again, NaNoWriMo is a perfect example of this; announcing your intention to the world and to the wider NaNo community makes your 50,000-word draft more than just an idea you have. It makes it real.

This accountability works for smaller goals too. Just sharing them with people makes them a tangible thing to work toward, keeping you accountable and on track to achieve your writing goals.

Become a better writer

Writing groups offer the perfect opportunity to get real-time feedback on your work and expose yourself to diverse and unique perspectives from fellow writers. Not only can they learn from you and your experiences, but you can learn from theirs by championing supportive and constructive criticism.

Rediscover the joy of writing!

There’s something truly special about the collective joy and camaraderie of sharing your writing journey. Writing groups help foster friendships where you can celebrate your shared successes. The challenges of writing become less daunting and more like puzzles to be solved together, and if you involve group activities, like writing prompts or collaborative projects, the process of writing becomes much more vibrant and enjoyable. 

What types of writing communities are there?

Writing events

Writing events foster writing communities where each member shares a single goal or focus. NaNoWriMo is, of course, the biggest and most well-known goal-focused event in the creative writing space. I have lifelong writing pals I’ve met over NaNoWriMo, and we still regularly get together for critiques. Last year, I even did a 24-hour novel challenge where we took the NaNo goal of 50,000 words but tried to fit it into a single 24-hour period. It was one of the toughest writing challenges I’ve ever done, but the community that came from it is amazing.

Similarly, online communities, like our Discord, that host regular writing sprints, often attract goal-focused individuals who enjoy the thrill of time-bound writing challenges. 

In-person writing groups

In-person writing groups meet at a dedicated time and place, like a local coffee shop, library, or someone's home. I host a writing group at my local pub on one of their quieter afternoons, and there’s a handful of us who get together, exchange ideas, play writing games, provide real-time feedback, and just generally share our work in the spirit of improving our craft. 

The value of personal contact can't be underestimated, as it does allow for more nuanced discussions about works in progress and provides a structure that many writers, myself included, find beneficial.

Critique groups

Critique groups, as the name suggests, focus primarily on providing constructive feedback on members' work. These groups are all about sharing drafts and receiving detailed criticism about your writing — anything from accuracy to style and accessibility.

Peer critiques can offer a variety of perspectives on your writing. It’s a great way to find plot holes, character inconsistencies, or stylistic improvements that you might have overlooked early on. Furthermore, by critiquing others' work, you learn to sharpen your own editing skills and gain fresh insights into the writing process.

Writing retreats

Writing retreats are designed to provide writers with a break from their everyday environment and immerse them in a space dedicated to their writing. These retreats can range from weekend getaways to month-long residencies and are often situated in inspiring locations, from country houses to beachfront cabins.

The tranquil and focused atmosphere of a retreat is designed to spark creativity and reduce distractions, allowing writers to concentrate solely on their craft.

Online writing communities

Not everyone lives near other writers or is comfortable seeking out strangers in person. Online writing communities offer a digital space for writers to interact and learn from each other, extending the possibility of collaboration regardless of geographical location.

Platforms like Reddit, Discord, and the NaNoWriMo forums are popular for hosting vibrant writing communities, providing a dynamically interactive space that keeps writers connected, inspired, and motivated in their writing journey, even if they can’t be with other writers in person.

Social media

Social media channels offer various ways for writers to connect, exchange ideas, and foster communities. On Twitter and Tumblr, writers can follow trending hashtags like #writingcommunity, #amwriting, #writeblr, #writingtips, or #NaNoWriMo to engage in conversations, share inspiration, or get advice. TikTok has also recently emerged as another hub for writers, with the #BookTok and #WritingTok trends really taking off. 

To sum up

Writing communities come in many forms and serve different purposes, but each offers unique benefits to support and enrich your writing journey. They provide the encouragement, accountability, feedback, and camaraderie needed to navigate the often solitary path of writing. It may be your journey, but you don’t have to take it alone.

As you seek to join or create a writing community, consider what you want from the experience and explore various options that align with your needs, preferences, and schedule. Remember, writing doesn't have to be a lonely endeavour. In the company of fellow writers, the journey becomes a shared experience, making the process less daunting and far more rewarding. Happy writing!

Novlr is free to use. However, for those who need the extra bits, there’s a 40% discount on Novlr Pro for 12 months for NaNoWriMo writers. Simply add the NANO23 coupon code when subscribing at Novlr.org. Offer expires December 31st, 2023.

Pamela Koehne-Drube is all about building creative writing communities where imagination thrives and writers achieve their goals. As a professional ghostwriter and editor, Pamela has first-hand experience in the book trade, from supporting fledgeling writers all the way through to working with the Big Five publishers. She’s an expert on all things writing. In her role as Writer Development & Community Lead at Novlr, you'll find her organising challenges and chatting about writing in Novlr’s Discord and building a repository of amazing writing, editing, publishing, and marketing resources for the Reading Room.

Top photo by Hannah Busing on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing #writing community #community #writing advice #by nano sponsor #novlr #pamela koehne-drube

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i don’t know why, but jisung gives off serious energy of someone who’d say, “ooh you wanna kiss/fuck me so bad~” during an argument… and he’d be so fr abt it too 😭 severe brat behaviour smh. honestly he’s too cute so if he said that, i would just prove him right… </3 omg i am always caught lacking on this blog when it comes to him 😮‍💨

we’ve established that he’d appeal to your soft (n maybe not-so-soft) side by crying when you’re angry, but other times, i think he’d also try childishly teasing u nonstop in order to get out of an argument, so that u finally reach the breaking point and snap, releasing all your frustrations by ruining him into tomorrow (reminds me a bit of ‘pay attention’… pls excuse me as i go reread that masterpiece of a fic for the nth time)

yknow, with minho being the funky lil guy he is might say it too just to throw u off, i mean god knows he does the most outta pocket things sometimes. would say it with that trademark straight face, but then ! then see the little pastel blush tinting his ears !! how could u ever take his little facade seriously when his body tells all his secrets ♡ gets unreasonably surprised when u actually follow through with his snide remark, like he would get so shy if u pulled him by his shirt collar into a kiss even though was the one who initiated it

same goes for seungmin when he gets into one of those hyperactive puppy moods of his n just wants to play with u, so he’ll bother u out of affection n say whatever he thinks will get the best reaction out of u

waitt i could also picture chan saying it in the heat of the moment if you’re just playfully bickering bc secretly he’s always wanted to say smth like that but then immediately getting SO embarrassed n shy with himself ^^; cue him hiding in his sweater paws n letting out soft, high giggles of embarrassment (i know you know the kind i’m talking about </3)

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we must be on the same wavelength bc i immediately thought of jisung lino and seungmin when someone asked a similar question as well 😭 our insufferable lil trio

hannie would be so fr abt it…the moment he realizes he’s losing the argument he’d say it without an ounce of shame lmaoo it can be so hard to make him take anything seriously esp when he can get a lil petty when he’s emotional…he is not above resorting to crying (sometimes he doesnt even mean to…sensitive baby) or throwing out the most childish retorts to try n get the upper hand, but he’s kinda endearing abt it and laughably obvious abt what he really wants. he might not be content w losing the argument but he is content w surrendering the moment u decide to put him in his place and wreck him until he can’t run his mouth anymore 🙏

what u said abt lino got me so good also…it’s the most lino thing on earth to throw out a provocative comment like that just to get a reaction out of u, and then crumble the instant u actually return that energy to him…like the way he gets all up in ppl’s faces then shies away when they actually lean in…kitty can dish it but he cant take it! the lil sputter of surprise he’d let out when you pull him in and kiss that crooked smirk right off his face would be so adorable, he breaks instantly ): and his ears would absolutely be on fire!! no matter how smart his pretty mouth is, his body is always betraying his true feelings~

seungmin’s hyperactive puppy moods 💔 he can be just as good at lino at saying exactly the right thing to get u riled up…but in his case you’d get that irresistible proud puppy grin bc he knows exactly what he’s doing n isn’t even trying to hide it! but what he doesn’t expect is for you to follow through n leave him w the cutest wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression staring back at you…the one surefire way to make him short circuit so he has nothing clever left to say anymore <3 he’d definitely try to use it later n claim that he won the argument w his irresistible puppy charms

and CHANNIE! i hadnt even considered him but ur absolutely right…him and his tendency of not thinking it through before saying the most deranged things known to man and flustering himself so bad 😭 u wouldnt even have to do anything for him to just fold immediately and break out into those infectious squeaky giggles, cringing so bad…he’s losing the war against himself but just like jisung he’s cute enough that he gets away w it every time ㅠ imagine how shy and red-faced he’d get when you pull his sweater paws from his face and kiss him just like he wanted…i think his brain would fizzle out!! never has an attempt at teasing backfired so spectacularly

#also ur so sweet to bring up pay attention hehe…that’s definitely the kind of behavior hannie would get up to in that fic #ask #���� anon #💌 hannie #💌 lino #💌 seungmo #💌 channie

[anonymous-dee]

A Night Like Any Other... (Mammon/Reader)

Summary: Just a NORMAL phone call with Mammon. NOTHING SUSPICIOUS AT ALL.

Notes: HI! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH SOME ANGST THAT I ORIGINALLY POSTED ON ARCHIVE!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: ANGST, DEATH, SHARP OBJECT, SUFFERING

Please don’t read if any of these dark topics will make you uncomfy!!!!

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Mammon cradled his DDD between his ear and shoulder, ranting about the usual inconveniences: Lucifer, the failure of his latest money-laundering scheme, Levi asking him for that money back. The usual stuff. As he spoke, he paced around his room. He always did that when he got worked up, though his hands were still busy shredding up the credit card bill he swiped from the mail pile earlier that morning. No one had to know about it. 

You listened to him talk, occasionally adding in “Mhmm’s” and “Wow’s” to let him know you were still listening. He wasn’t the only one who had an eventful day, that was for sure. But you would much rather listen to Mammon talk about his day than prattle on about your minor human problems. 

“Where are ya, anyways? Ain’t it gettin’ a bit late? Humans have no business out past-- what time is it?” There was a brief pause on the line before Mammon exclaimed: “Out past 7:00 PM!” 

You knew he was exaggerating the latter portion for effect. You replied with a soft hum. 

“Who knows? You’ll find out eventually.” 

“You’d better hurry up! As your first, I demand you come home. THE Great Mammon won’t tolerate any late humans.” 

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“Yes sir,” you were grinning ear to ear, “I’ll make sure to be there with a full report.” 

“Good, good!” 

You checked the time: 7:34 PM. You knew Mammon was in one of his moods, but he was right. Any later than this, and you would be breaking Lucifer’s Human Curfew. 

Mammon put you on speaker phone as he began scooping the shredded credit card bill into the trash can. Lucifer was never going to find out about his bills this time! He should really start sorting through everyone’s mail more often. Not only did he find a few expensive packages from Asmo, but he also found a new, surefire way for Lucifer to never discover his rogue spending habits! Two birds with one stone!

On the other end of the line, you could hear Asmo shouting something in the background. Something about missing packages that were on the table earlier that day. 

“I already sold ‘em!” 

“You’re literally the worst, Mammon! Ugh! I’m telling Lucifer about this!” 

“Ah, no! They’re right here!” 

Shuffling. Boxes being knocked over. You heard the pair exchange something more before the sound of Mammon’s door slamming crackled through the receiver. 

“Sorry about that, (Y/N). Had to take care of some super official business there.” Mammon wasn’t sure what you’d heard, but either way he would play it off as something he had already foreseen. Or something that wasn’t a big deal-- something you should just delete from your memory, (lest Lucifer have a 1% higher chance of finding out that he really did take Asmo’s packages from the counter along with his own overdue bill notes). 

“You’re something else, you know that?” Your voice was soft, unusually so. 

“Don’t know what you mean!” Mammon took you off of the speakerphone immediately; no one else would get to hear those sweet words. He felt a satisfying twinge of greed in knowing that only he could hear your voice at the moment. 

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“Oh yeah, that reminds me! There’s this, uh, arcade place! Usually that kind of stuff is Levi’s thing, but they have crane machines with cash prizes! Like, boxes with Grimm inside of them!” Mammon’s excitement was definitely leaking through the phone. 

“Are you sure?” It seemed a bit implausible, but so did a Vampire Bat Sandwich (one of Beel’s favorites). 

“Heck yeah, I’m sure! Let’s go there tomorrow after class!”

You felt a twinge of guilt. 

“Yeah, let’s.” Your words came out a bit flat; you had intended to keep them excited and lively, like the rest of the conversation. But... It was getting harder and harder to hide it when Mammon kept talking about the future. 

“Of course we have to go for a drive in one of my babies as well. We’ll have the whole afternoon to ourselves!” 

“I... I actually might be busy tomorrow,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, okay. Day after tomorrow then?” 

“I think I have something due...” 

“Next weekend? Don’t tell me ya have more plans!” 

“I...” 

The clouds released drizzly droplets, and without a moment’s notice the drizzle exploded into a full on rainstorm. Days like these were typically your favorite, but not when you were in the water. 

5%

You decided to change the subject. “If you could travel anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?” 

“What kind of question is that?” Mammon still pondered the question, though. “Dunno! Probably one of those fancy casinos they have up in the human realm.” 

“Sounds like you.” Your giggle hurt, but you were smiling regardless. Mammon was definitely an open book. Your favorite novel. 

“What’s that s’posed to mean?” Mammon’s voice flared on the other end, but you could tell it was the usual banter; he wasn’t really mad. His expressiveness was one of his most endearing qualities, even if it did manage to get him into trouble a lot. 

You didn’t realize you were spacing out until Mammon snapped you back into reality. 

“Man, I hate it when phone calls get all quiet...” 

“Oh, sorry.”

“What? No, just forget it.” Apparently, Mammon wasn’t supposed to say that out loud, or so you assumed. At this point, you simply assumed that both of you drank a tall glass of Dumb Bitch Juice™ for breakfast this morning. “Ya weren’t supposed to hear that.” 

“It’s fine,” you reassured him, “hey, Mammon?” 

“Yeah?”

You hesitated to say those desperate words. But by now, it was probably far too late. There would be no going back after, right? Might as well not bother. It wouldn’t matter in the long run, anyways. Not after tonight. 

“Um... Nevermind.” You decided to hold your tongue after all. 

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You really wished you had charged your phone before leaving the house this morning. Again, another mistake in the clusterfuck of today. But then again, maybe this was for the better. Your mind was starting to grow hazy, and soaked strands of hair caked your face from the rainfall.

“Hey, Mammon,” you swallowed thickly, trying to shove down the rising lump in your throat, “I have to go. My phone is gonna die.” 

“Oh, okay! See you at home, Human!” 

In one last desperate attempt to soothe yourself from the anxieties creeping up the back of your neck, you called out to him before he could end the call. 

“Say my name, at least.” 

“Fine, fine. See you back at home, (Y/N).” 

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Finally, you could let go. No more fake appearances. No more holding it all together. You sobbed loudly, your cheek pressed against the cold, wet asphalt of the alleyway you had collapsed in. Well, less of “collapsed,” and more like “stabbed”.

Dumb Bitch Juice™, you dumb whore. Always making you act recklessly. But at least Mammon would get one more peaceful night, oblivious to the horrors you got yourself into. You at least wanted to hear his voice one last time-- Maybe that was selfish of you. Maybe not. All you knew was that deep down, you were terrified of losing him. And that you loved him to death. Literally.  

Your thoughts, in a probable attempt to escape the pain of the knife wedged in your torso, (a souvenir from a demon who really didn’t seem to like humans) shifted their weight towards what could have been. 

His warm hands laced within yours. That weird arcade date he wanted to take you on. Moving out of the House of Lamentation and into your own place. Marriage. Maybe even a weird Devildom dog? The thoughts were laughable, but oddly comforting at the same time. 

You let your phone slide from your grip, loosened. There was no use for a phone with no owner. 

Those images, vivid in your imagination, were so close, almost tangible. But Mammon didn’t even know how you felt about him. He was oblivious and obvious all the same, but you loved that about him. You loved him. You loved him so much. But your time with him was over. 

There would be another exchange student. The brothers would fawn over them just as they had you, and you would become a distant, painful memory like Lilith. They would move on. 

Mammon would move on. He would find someone else. You were just one slim chapter in his book of life. One small, insignificant chapter. A collection of nerves and sentences that couldn’t even tell him how you felt. 

#obey me fanfic #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon/reader #obey me/reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me hurt/no comfort #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

[smartycvnt]

attitude adjustment

pairing: charlotte flair x reader

prompt: 44. "don't back talk me, pretty girl. i punish those who back talk me."

warnings: smut, top charlotte, bottom reader, strap on, dom charlotte, sub reader

"Where do you think you're going?" Charlotte's voice came out of nowhere. You looked up from where you were sitting on the bed putting your heels on to find her standing in the doorway.

"Out," you answered curtly. Charlotte's brows furrowed as she took a few steps towards you. She looked good, almost good enough to make you cancel your plans for the night. However, you had missed hanging around your friends and coworkers, so you weren't going to miss this opportunity to go out. Charlotte would be back here when you got home.

"Hmm, I think you should stay in with me," Charlotte told you. It wasn't a suggestion. She was telling you to stay in, plain and simple. And you were going to ignore the order, plain and simple. Whether that would come back to bite you in the ass was a problem for future you. "There's nothing out there that I can't provide for you here."

"Really? You can get me Liv and Shotzi?" you asked. Charlotte's jaw clenched as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, I didn't think so. I'll be back in a few hours, don't wait up."

"If you're gonna go out, make sure that attitude stays at the club. Don't bring that shit back here," Charlotte warned you.

"Yeah, whatever. Because you're always so pleasant here," you scoffed. You stood up, now towering slightly above Charlotte with your heels.

"Don't back talk me, pretty girl. I punish those who back talk me." Charlotte reached forward and tilted your chin down a little. "And you don't want me to punish you, do you? I'd hate to ruin all that makeup you put on."

It was hard to act like her words weren't affecting you. Calling you 'pretty girl' was always a surefire way to make you crumble, and Charlotte knew that. Still, you had promised your friends that you'd go out with them for a little while, and you were dead set on doing that. Charlotte let you go, but she made it clear that she wasn't happy with you leaving. It wasn't often that sulked and pouted around you, but tonight Charlotte was not above it. You couldn't help the chill going down your spine as you walked out to your Uber with Charlotte staring a hole into the back of your head.

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You stumbled with your heels in your hands up to your house. The automatic lights flicked on as you neared the front porch. All of the lights were off, so you assumed that Charlotte had finally gone to bed. It was much later than when you had planned to come back home anyways. Charlotte could be mad at you in the morning. She had texted you several times and attempted to call you once or twice while you'd been at the club, but you hadn't looked at your phone until you were in the car going home.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Charlotte asked as she opened the door. Your eyes went wide as you met hers, a certain ferocity polluting the usual softness there.

"Oh shit," you mumbled. Charlotte stepped aside to let you in. You were in trouble, and it seemed that Charlotte was in a more than willing mood to dish it out.

"I asked you a question. Do you know what time it is?" Charlotte asked you. You glanced down at your watch and showed her the time, 2:18 AM. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Just a couple shots. I'm not drunk, I swear," you told her. Charlotte studied you for a moment before pulling you upstairs. She took you straight into the bedroom. "I meant to come home before midnight, I promise."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" Charlotte asked rhetorically. You rubbed the back of your neck as you shifted awkwardly in front of her. Without your heels, you were a couple inches shorter than Charlotte. Currently, she was making you feel even smaller than usual as she stared at you from across the room. Charlotte was pacing back and forth, as if she was contemplating what punishment to dish out for you.

"I went out with my friends, it's not a big deal. It isn't my fault that nobody except me likes you enough anymore to spend time with you." Saying that was a mistake you realized instantly. Charlotte crossed the room with record speed and pushed you down onto the bed. You let out a little squeak as you fell backwards and again when Charlotte dropped down on top of you.

"The least you could have done was check your shit at the door. I mean, I waited for you at the door like a good girlfriend. I let you spend hours out doing god knows what with your friends. I even tried to check on you, but you ignored me. I don't like whatever this new attitude of yours is, and I think that I need to fuck it out of you."

Suddenly, everything started to click into place. With Charlotte's impending return, the ease that the two of you had these past couple months was coming to an end. You were at maybe one Smackdown taping a month and had a couple live shows here and there, so you had been home with her for most of the recovery time. Charlotte had gotten used to there being the time and energy to have you whenever she wanted, and it was coming to an end.

"Maybe you will," you teased. Charlotte looked down at you, and for a moment, the aggression in her eyes was pushed back to see if it was really okay that she kept going. You stroked your thumb along Charlotte's cheekbone, and Charlotte leaned down to kiss you.

You were torn between Charlotte in and making her work a little more for it. There wasn't really anywhere for you to go with her on top of you, but you knew Charlotte would be a little more ruthless with you if you made her play chase. You must have hesitated for too long because Charlotte pulled you against her, growling slightly as raked her nails along your biceps.

"I could have had you here with me all night. I would have pampered you and had you cumming all night Y/n. Instead, I had to sit there on the couch all alone. I'm good, but it's not the same when I have to touch myself," Charlotte told you. You had the mental image of Charlotte touching herself as she waited for you burned into your head. It wasn't fair, how quickly she could turn you on. Charlotte knew that she was doing it too, there was no way that she didn't know the affect she had on you at this point. Not when she constantly used it to toy with you.

"Well, I'm here now and you're not doing shit," you shot back. Charlotte pushed herself off of the bed and hastily removed the joggers she'd been wearing. Your eyes slowly travelled up the length of her legs before settling on the strap on jutting out from between them. It was one that Charlotte knew you could take without a whole lot, if any, preparation.

"Fucking brat," Charlotte muttered under her breath as she pulled you towards the edge of the bed. She grabbed your knees and spread them open, exposing you. You could hear the sound of fabric ripping as Charlotte moved your dress and underwear out of her way. You weren't sure what had ripped exactly, but you doubted that you'd be able to salvage either by the end of the night.

Charlotte licked her fingers before bringing them down to your entrance. She pushed two of them inside of you, testing a quick pace on you. You gave her a small nod that it would be okay, so Charlotte pulled her fingers out of you and rubbed the wetness from them over the tip of the dildo. Charlotte bent her knees a little as she lined herself up with your entrance.

"I don't like dealing with fucking brats," Charlotte told you with a snap of her hips. You tried to cover your mouth, but there was no point. Charlotte pulled your hands away and pinned your wrists above your head with one of her hands. Now, she was leaning over you more, and it changed the angle of the toy inside of you. Charlotte didn't let that affect her pace though, even if you'd be cumming much quicker than you would have before.

"I-I'm gonna-," you started. Charlotte, much to your surprise, didn't slow down to stop you. Instead, she sped up and moved her free hand down to rub your clit. Charlotte fucked you through your orgasm and pulled away when it became obvious to her that you were done for the night.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" Charlotte asked as she set the toy aside to be cleaned. You watched tiredly as Charlotte put her joggers back on, but didn't climb into bed with you just yet.

"Thank you-," you lazily reached towards Charlotte, "-and I'm sorry for being a brat."

"That's what I like to hear," Charlotte said happily. She got into the bed with you and pulled you up to lay by the pillows. You didn't necessarily want to sleep in the dress that you'd gone out in, but you also didn't want to leave the comfort of Charlotte's arms just yet.

#charlotte flair x reader #charlotte flair imagine #charlotte flair imagines #charlotte flair #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #hot fic summer

[binalakai]

🍅🧅🍏🥑 wahoo fruit party!!

How misunderstood is your OC? In-universe or IRL. oh god. okay. okay Hue Man on Earth is a story that is. REALLY hard for me to share, despite how much I do try to talk about it publicly (or at least update my toyhouse as much as possible when i feel like doing that), there's always that sense of. people either boiling my characters down to Tropes/who's the Bad one and who's the Good One. whos the character thats meant to be a personal attack on someone (none of them are) n whos the character that is meant to be relatable (none of them are PURPOSELY written to be that way) n it just. really goddamn sucks sometimes. i could talk about specifics with my main trio specifically, over the course of time that i've had Hue, Magni, and Clyde, theyve all been weirdly misunderstood in their own way that i have gotten to the point of having to reevaluate those folks n look inward into seeing if that perception of themselves can be weaved into the plot. but honestly i think ill catch myself in a bad mood atm if i think about it too hard. tldr on that; i try to microdose my story when sharing it to others, n even then i get really nervous about the idea that my story wont be valued/understood as a whole, which is partially of my own doing as well bc i do have a tendency to Put a Lot into characters once i get super attached to them. ..so nowadays im too burned out to do that :"P once i make that pitch bible, it probably still wont fix that, but its still a project im committing to nonetheless! 🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information? Hue) hard to answer with a creature like him. objectively, he doesnt cry. its not needed for him to release emotion the same way it does for Earth-things. but he does it anyway, or at least the equivalent (letting go of parts of his body in droplets from his eyes, just for them to crawl back to his body) it's less about "am i sad right now and do i have to cry" and more like "is crying appropriate for this situation.". after his Human arc in arc 5, its something he actually stops doing as a whole because experiencing the feeling of crying in a human body like. Actually Fucks him up REAL bad NJWKEFNAJKWFNAKWEF Magni) the "sillier" or "unrelated to themselves" the issue is, the more theyll have a tendency to genuinely cry over it. they cry when they know no one else is there to mourn over the problem they're crying about, which is why they'll have a very Stone Flat Face when Witnessing the horrors, but will have an absolute meltdown over dropping their favorite cup Clyde) Honestly that motherfucker will cry over. like....anything? Honestly? to the point where it can be unpredictable. Clyde's emotions are based less on the Cause of Crying and more about the intensity of its emotions. any time it gets overwhelmed, it will cry, and its been labeled a crybaby inuniverse because of that 🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it? answering this all together, and honestly without having to like. explain the whole plot of HMoE in one setting. Hue seen as different from the norm not because he's an alien but because he's technically an illegal immigrant, Magni and Clyde are autistic PoC that also Do Not Fit Well into their hometown whatsoever. may i need to say anything else. 🥑 [AVACADO] What will they never back down about, even if it makes them seem bad?

Hue) trying to be seen as a good person, even if it means doing the most heinous shit possible (as long as he's able to hide it/insist on good intentions) Magni) trying to be seen as the Right Person, even if it means twisting things in their favor SPECIFICALLY to be right (though will admit to it redhanded if theyre caught, more out of being impressed if anything) Clyde) trying to be seen as the Truthful Person, even if it means ruining everyone's day/life about it (it''ll try to seem like it doesnt care about being "bad", but it very much actually eats away at it. every single damn day)

#hue man on earth #HI .FINALLY GETTING TO THIS.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Eighteen] Can of Worms [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: Poor Liv doesn’t know how to deal when plans take a turn for the worse.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, short chapter.

No Minors Allowed!!

"¡Mierda (bullshit)! I don't fucking believe this!" Barto exclaimed in annoyance.

Liv turned up her eyes at his outburst and handed the rifle back to Yada, who was looking rather proud of her at the moment for besting him. She raised her arm and motioned with her fingers toward the bandana-wearing pirate.

"Ante up."

"I don't owe you a damn thing," he retorted.

Was he serious?

"It's not my problem you bet against me and lost. Stop being a sore loser," she argued.

He narrowed his eyes at her and then turned them to Yada.

"¡Vete a la Mierda (Fuck you)! Why you let me bet against her knowing she can shoot a gun?"

Yada snorted.

"You were talking hot shit about your skills, hermano (brother), so I suggested someone better. You heard La princesa (the princess). Ante up, motherfucker."

Barto flipped him the bird, then reached into his pocket and retrieved a wad of money. He counted out half of what he bet against Liv and shoved it into her hand.

"You bet me 150," she mentioned with narrowed eyes.

"I don't have the rest yet. But I'm gonna pay you," Barto argued.

He'd have to or else he'd lose some fingers; he honestly wished Yada would have left that part out when he explained how bets worked between the pirates. It was vicious, but rules were rules. A knowing grin spread across her face, annoying him further.

"You go into the fucking jungle and bring back food if you're so perfect0 (perfect)."

"I would if I wasn't leashed to the outpost," Liv stated. To emphasize her point, she pointed at the makeshift leash around her neck. "He'd never let me go out on my own."

She was referring to Vaas of course.

"How do you say pet in Spanish?"

"Mascota (pet)," Barto answered with a snort.

Yada hummed.

"On your own, no, but with Carlos or Barto maybe."

An air of excitement consumed her. This was perfect. If she could convince Vaas to let her leave with Barto – Carlos was too much of a risk – then she could escape him and flee to the beach. Liv almost grinned.

"Depends on his mood."

"Who knows," Yada uttered. "All it might take to sway him is a kiss and those magic fingers."

Was he teasing her? Liv stuck her tongue out at him, ignoring the embarrassed heat that consumed her face. Maybe he was right though. A kiss was a surefire way to show her attraction toward him, even if it was fake. The sick and delusional part of her was reeling at the idea. But was she ready for the consequences?

I'd be opening a can of worms I might not be able to close.

Liv took an uneasy breath. Perhaps she'd put this idea away for another time. There was no point in bringing out the big guns if things were going fine.

A sudden ruckus brought her from her thoughts; sounds of shouting permeated the air. She raised a brow and noticed a group of pirates approach them. Two were lugging a wooden crate with something heavy inside it; another was carrying a 20-liter jerrycan.

"What are they doing?" Liv asked.

Barto hummed and pursed his lips.

"Tiempo de fiesta (party time)."

What did that mean? Liv waited for him to explain, but Carlos approached them in a rush.

"Where the fuck have you two been?" He asked in annoyance.

"Losing a bet," Yada teased.

Carlos averted his eyes to Liv a moment, then sighed.

"El jefe (the boss) wants the boats loaded. Some of us are going to P.C. with him. He has a trap set for that fucking rich boy."

What was P.C.? Liv had never heard of it before. And what did Vaas have planned for Jason? From the looks of things – the gasoline and the crates – it wasn't good.

"I've been wanting to see this," Barto mentioned.

Is he planning to go?

What if he were to die?

"You owe me 75," Liv brought up.

"And I said I'd fucking pay you the rest when I have it. I'm not going just to get out of the bet," Barto argued.

She doubted his words. If he had to mention it, then he thought it – the cheap bastard.

"Not of you die, hermano (brother). I hear Snow White has an itchy trigger finger," Yada stated, earning a scoff of disbelief from Barto. "But no worries. I'll go with you and watch your ass; make sure you don't get a bullet in it."

"Chupa mi pene (suck my penis)," the pirate retorted as he lewdly grabbed the crotch of his pants; Liv curled her nose in response, mostly because both were making a big joke out of the situation.

My plan will be fucked if either of them dies.

She wasn't expecting things to take a turn for the worse. Perhaps she shouldn't have put her entire focus on this plan. But patience was what it required. All the others – the dark-headed American and who knows who else – got caught because they had no idea what they were doing. Liv wasn't like them. She was going to escape Vaas and not get caught. Or at least that was the idea.

"Just come back alive," she mentioned with a sigh.

"Damn, you're greedy," Barto stated.

No. She wanted to live. There was a difference.

"You two pendejos (assholes) can argue over your fucking bet later. We have work to do," Carlos pointed out.

Barto flipped her the bird, then he and Yada hurried off to join the others. Liv took a deep breath and then turned her attention to Carlos.

"What does Vaas want me to do?" She asked in curiosity.

"He wants you to sit your ass here and not give me any trouble," he retorted.

Honestly, that sounded like something the grumpy pirate wanted her to do. She reckoned Carlos was on babysitting duty again. Sometimes she wondered if Vaas had forgotten that both of them didn't always see eye to eye.

"I'll behave," Liv assured him.

For now.

Carlos gave her a suspicious look and then motioned for her to follow him. She wasn't sure where he was taking her, but she hoped it was back to her cell. Liv needed a bath after the morning she had with assisting Barto. Not to mention, there was a fresh pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt waiting for her; compliments of whoever owned the pink suitcase she took from Vaas' room. There was even a spare toothbrush and feminine products inside.

Leading her to a building with a metal roof near the area where she often worked with Barto, he took her inside and shut the door. It wasn't spacious, but it was bigger than most buildings she had been inside around the base. There wasn't much to look at either; a few tables and some chairs. Liv hummed, remembering something that Carlos had said earlier that interested her.

"What is P.C.? Another base or something?"

"Pirate Cove. It's a prison camp," Carlos answered. "But don't concern yourself with it."

Why? She wondered. He was leading Jason there, wasn't he? There had to be a reason the American was going there. Perhaps Vaas had someone he carried about. Or perhaps he promised him a round with him; the latter she doubted, but it also seemed like something the pirate would do. Liv sat down in a chair and took a look around the room; there were several walkies on the table closest to her and a poster-sized picture of a beautiful woman on the wall. She didn't look like a model from a magazine, though she had the right assets. Perhaps she was a local. Her eyes were alluring, almost like she was calling out to Liv.

"Carlos, who is that?" Liv asked as she pointed at the picture.

The said man glanced at it, then grunted in disgust. He opened his mouth to respond but the door came open and slammed against the wall as Vaas came in. Liv lurched in fear.

"Go and find as much fucking gasolina (gasoline) as you can. I'm gonna send this fucking puta (bitch) to hell," Vaas ordered.

Carlos gave Liv a wide-eyed stare almost like he was warning her to remain quiet, then he quickly left the room. A nervous air consumed her. She didn't know what Carlos was warning her about, but she wasn't comfortable being left alone with Vaas during one of his moods; the latter paced back and forth in front of her as if he was having an internal war with himself. Liv tried to remain as quiet as possible but her nerves were making her shake. Was there honestly anything she could do?

"I can... try to talk more. I just don't want to exacerbate your mood." She recalled saying the last time they spoke.

He was pissed yesterday and didn't mind her talking. Liv even swore to talk until he wanted her to stop. But what would she even say? She bit her bottom lip and tried to think of a question. Something simple and something that would turn his attention away from the matter at hand.

"Vaas––"

"I've had a fucking revelation!" He suddenly shouted, interrupting her.

Liv flinched in protest. Fuck! Did he have to raise his voice? Her nerves were already a mess. His green eyes turned to her for a moment before he stopped pacing and closed the distance with a few rushed steps, parting her knees to rest in a crouch between them. Her face was hot with embarrassment. And to make matters worse, he was too close for comfort.

"You see... I've been thinking about this long and hard," Vaas mentioned as he pointed to his head; his elbow bumped her thigh as he did. "The idea just floated into my fucking brain as I was tossing in bed; how to get rid of this little problem; this fucking parásito (parasite) who came onto mi isla (my island) and thought, 'I'm gonna fuck with Vaas and steal his sunshine; ruin his fun'. And you know what I decided to do?"

Liv shook her head. She honestly didn't know what she was feeling. There was fear, but there was also something burning deep in her stomach, something akin to excitement. He looked so good in this position. Did he have to rest between her thighs to talk to her? He knew how removed from logic she was when he touched her.

"I'm gonna burn him alive, and then I'll gonna take back my sunshine. Do you understand?" Vaas asked.

Was she meant to? He was sleep deprived and a bit out of his mind. It just wasn't making sense to her at the moment. He was talking about murder and she was thinking about how good his tongue would feel in her.

Liv hummed in agreement regardless, turning her focus on his lips; something other than his intimidating stare. But this was a mistake. She wasn't sure if it was out of fear or out of curiosity, but she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. It was brief and in her opinion thoughtless, and when she parted from him, she averted her eyes to the floor to avoid his expression in fear that she might have annoyed him further.

Are you fucking insane? It was simple; don't fucking do it.

She told herself not to use her trump card. The fact she even considered kissing him in the first place was unreal to her. It was Yada's fault for giving her the idea. But was this not a true emergency? She was confused, panicked that her plan was falling apart and Vaas was honestly freaking her out. Her skin was on fire. What the fuck was she going to do now?

Vaas startled her as he reached up with a hand and grabbed her face, squishing her cheeks together. Her frightened eyes turned to him, but she couldn't read his expression. He was neither smiling nor frowning. Was this bad?

"I'm sorry," Liv declared.

His eyes narrowed in annoyance, but to her relief, the door came open; it was music to her ears. She sat up straight in the chair and watched as Carlos walked in. Liv must have looked a little silly, having her lips puckered out like a fish as Vaas crouched between her legs.

"The... boats are ready," Carlos mentioned with uncertainty in his tone.

Vaas released her and stood without a word, sauntering toward the door.

"Stay with her," he ordered. "Don't let her out of your fucking sight."

Even when he was gone, Liv was not at ease. She begged the floor to swallow her whole; to save her from this nightmare. But there was no one to answer her prayers.

"What the fuck happened?" Carlos asked.

Tears stung her eyes.

"I kissed him... I just–– I'm so fucked," Liv uttered with a sob.

"¡Mierda (shit)!" Carlos exclaimed.

What was wrong with her? Liv had no idea how right she was; the can of worms she opened was not something she could ever close. When Vaas returned, there was going to be hell.

#vaas montenegro #far cry 3 fanfiction #vaas x oc #far cry fanfiction #Far cry

[snowyfrostshadows]

Venture to Evershine Glade

Phineas C. Toad has invented a surefire way to permanently clear the Manor of Evershine Glade of Boos.

Until then, a kindly old man has offered Phineas his home to wait out the night before his very first pest clearing job in the morning.

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Phineas C. Toad was, in his humble opinion quite the revolutionary. He was good with his hands, able to wrangle a new invention to better help his hometown and make life easier regularly. He was so good at what he did in fact, that he had managed to garner King Toadstool’s attention and was invited to dine with the king regarding a ‘delicate matter.’

The matter, it turned out, were Boos.

Frightfully troublesome creatures who, if weren’t watched carefully, would suck your soul right out of your body and then eat what was left of you with their horrendously jaggedly sharp teeth. And that was only if they were in a merciful mood.

If they were angry, or, Stars forbid, playful, they’d drag out your death until all that was left was a withered husk not even good enough for them to eat.

And that was only with one Boo.

And, if the good king was to be believed, a whole nest of the nasty things had sprouted up in the royal family’s summer home, Evershine Glade.

“It’s a rather big request, I am asking of you.” King Toadstool began solemnly. “But that plot, that manor, has been in my family for generations. And we’d just had the place updated to the latest standards of safety and relaxation. I’d hate to have used so much of the royal funds just to have them wasted.”

Phineas gave his king a sympathetic nod. “Of course, your Grace.”

King Toadstool sighed and clasped his hands. “I must admit, the biggest reason for my request is that I would like to take my eldest son there soon. There’s so much of our family history there, I’d be loathe for him to never know it. Maybe, if he was a little older, I’d be willing to risk a visit to at least retrieve a couple of items, but five is, I dare say, much too young to wield the crown if anything were to happen to me.”

Phineas nodded again. “Completely understandable.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask, but, is there anything you think you can do to clear my manor of those pests?”

Phineas gave his king a wide smile. “As a matter of fact, I do! It shouldn’t take much to upgrade some of my pest control devices to eradicate Boos as well.”

King Toadstool brightened, looking as if a great weight had been removed from his shoulders. “Wonderful. If you need anything in your endeavors, please, let me know. Money is no object. In fact, if you can pull this off, why, I imagine any Boo related problems will be a thing of the past!”

A warm feeling filled Phineas at his king’s praise and belief in him. “I promise, your Majesty, I will clear your home of Boos or die trying!”

King Toadstool’s smile shrank a little. “Now now, my dear friend, I’d rather you fail and come back to try again than fail and not return at all.”

Phineas couldn’t help waving his hand dismissively. “Of course. But I really do think putting together something to handle your pest problem shouldn’t be too terribly hard.”

“I certainly hope not. You have a brilliant mind, Mr. Toad. I’d hate to see it lost to the kingdom forever trying to fulfill an odd request of mine.”

“It truly is not a bother, your Majesty.” Phineas smiled as he took a sip of his tea. “I’ll have the manor cleared and ready for you in no less than two shakes of a yoshi’s tail!”

“Thank you. Truly. When the deed is done, let us celebrate your heroics and brilliance with the finest celebration I can throw.”  

Phineas’ smile deepened as he took another sip of his tea. He could get used to this, he mused. And, maybe, just maybe, if he played his cards right, he could jump a station or two in life.

And all he’d have to do to kickstart that, would be to get rid of some Boos.

Easy.

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.

.

It took about a month or two of hard work, but he did it.

He had, honest to Grambi himself, figured out a way to kill Boos.

Phineas was nearly giddy with excitement as he watched the small specter he’d captured disintegrate before his very eyes as it tried and failed to escape the pull of the little box beneath it.

It was, quite honestly, mesmerizing to watch. He had assumed for years that Boos despite their ability to fade in and out of sight between attacks that they were a solid-like being. But now! Watching one up close as it died, Phineas was coming to the conclusion that Boos were more smoke-like, judging by how the Boo in question was falling apart.

Seemingly all too soon, the Boo was no more.

Not a flash of white, or tooth, or even the ever present chill they produced when near, remained.

He’d done it. He’d really well and truly done it! He, Phineas C. Toad had figured out a way to destroy perhaps THE most troublesome pest in all the known kingdoms! He would go down in history not only as a great inventor, but as the Ridder of Boos!

Phineas took a deep breath as he moved to retrieve his box. He was getting ahead of himself. He may have successfully destroyed one Boo, but there was still a swarm of the things waiting for him in the Royal Family’s summer home and he’d need to make a few more boxes to stand a proper chance but now that he’d perfected the Boo Trap, it shouldn’t take him too long to do so.

And then, then he could well and truly be on his way to the history books!

After a couple more weeks, Phineas was satisfied with the number of Boo Traps he’d created. It should be more than enough to completely clear the manor within a couple of days or so depending on how exactly many of the things had set up shop there.

Loading his traveling bag with both traps and some food for the journey; Phineas set out for Evershine Glade.

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.

.

It was. A longer walk than he’d expected.

On the map, the distance between Evershine and Toad Town hadn’t seemed that terribly great. One that he could easily travel within an afternoon. He was wrong.

It had taken almost two whole days and the little food he’d packed was long gone.

But, at long last, he seemed to be approaching his destination if the faint lights of a village were any indication.

Entering the first shop he came to, Phineas gave the sales clerk a small wave.

“Is this Little Rook?”

The other toad gave him a small smile. “It is. Are you visiting anyone in particular? I could probably point you in the right direction.”

Phineas gave a small laugh. “No, I’m just heading up to the Evershine Manor. ”

The toad gasped and covered her mouth. “There? It’s a lovely place, but I wouldn’t recommend anyone to travel there. It’s been invested with Boos for months.”

Phineas puffed his chest up a little. “I know. I’ve been asked by King Toadstool himself to clear the place of Boos.”

The toad’s eyes widened. “You can do that? I thought once a big enough group of Boos settled somewhere it was a lost cause and it was best to leave them to it and move on.”

“Maybe before now but I” Phineas leaned forward, smiling a little at the sales toad’s faint blush. “figured out a way to kill Boos.”

“Is that so?”

Phineas jumped a little at the sudden voice. Turning to better see the source, Phineas found himself looking at a rather small, elderly human patiently holding a basket full of items, presumably waiting to make his purchase.

He was barely taller than Phineas himself. Strange, he couldn’t help thinking, as he was fairly sure humans were supposed to be at least a good foot taller than toads. Maybe they shrank as they got older? He couldn’t say he’d met that many humans. And this one certainly looked old with his thinning gray hair and glasses so badly scratched up he couldn’t see his eyes.

Poor guy.

Phineas gave a small cough as he collected himself. “Yes. It is. It took some time, but I got it all figured out. By this time tomorrow, there won’t be a Boo left in the area!”

The human’s eyebrows raised above his glasses. “That’s quite the impressive claim. Have you done this before then?”

Phineas nodded. “Nothing quite to this scale but, I’ve gotten rid of a couple back home as tests. If this works like I know it will, then I dare say how people feel about Boos will change overnight! Imagine, a world where they’re able to be taken care of as easily as any other pest!”

The human had his chin in his hand as he looked at Phineas thoughtfully. “I dare say there’s a good chance you’re right Mr.-?”

“Phineas C. Toad! Inventor and soon to be Ridder of Boos!”

The human held out his hand. “Professor E. Gadd. Pleasure to meet you, Phineas.”

“Likewise.” Phineas replied as he shook E. Gadd’s hand.

“It’s a mighty fine thing you’re doing, m’boy. I may be new to the area myself, but I know for a fact the rest of our little community will be ever so grateful to you.”

“We really would.” The sales clerk added. “It would be so nice to pass by the manor again for walks without fear of running into a Boo.”

E. Gadd nodded. “It would. Oh! Maisy dear! I just had a wonderful idea! Why don’t you put our new friend’s purchases on my tab? Since he’s doing such a big favor for us and all.”

Maisy smiled. “I’d be happy to Professor!”

“Oh no! That won’t be necessary! I was just dropping by to make sure I was on the right path. I’ll be heading right up to the manor after this.”

A hand suddenly gripped his shoulder, drawing Phineas’ attention to E. Gadd’s worried expression. “My dear, dear boy. I don’t mean to insult you, but that is the very worst thing you could do.”

Maisy’s sudden, rapid nodding next to him made him a little uneasy. “O-Oh? And why’s that?”

“You clearly haven’t had much experience with Boos yet, but they’re at their most powerful at night. The dark fills them with energy you see and the more shadows there are, the harder it is to spot them before it’s too late. I’m afraid, if you were to attempt in your mission now, as the night falls, well. I don’t know how many you’d manage to kill before the rest swarmed you. Boos are quite protective of each other you see.”

Phineas could feel himself paling a little. Maybe this whole thing might be a little harder than he thought. “What if...I tried in the morning? The ones I got rid of back home seemed slower then.”

E. Gadd visibly brightened. “The morning is a much better time for your little attack! Boos tend to be more inactive during the day. You could even say they’re asleep then. The fact you noticed that detail with your tests really shows how clever and bright you are m’boy.”

“Well the King wouldn’t have hired me if I wasn’t!”

“Very true. Tell me, Phineas, do you have any plans on where to spend the night by chance?”

Phineas felt himself deflate a little at that. “Oh. No. I...don’t. I kind of thought this would be a short trip…”

E. Gadd nodded and gave his shoulder a sympathetic pat. “I see. Well, if it’s alright with you, you’re free to spend the night with me.”

“Oh I coul-”

“That’s a marvelous idea Professor!” Maisy turned to him, eyes bright. “Believe it or not, but Professor E. Gadd actually lives near the manor!  If you spent the night with him, you could probably strike those Boos right as the sun rises!”

Phineas blinked. “Oh. I. Suppose I will then, Professor. It’ll certainly save me some time. Thank you!”

“Oh don’t mention it. Lemme just buy my groceries, and then we’ll be on our way.”

“Please, allow me.”

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I insist. You’re letting me stay at your home to rest and presumably eat before I head off tomorrow. The least I can do is repay you in some small way for your hospitably.”

E. Gadd laughed a little and waved a hand. “Fine, fine. Don’t need to twist my arm over it. I swear, you young’uns are so polite. Makes me feel good about the future.”

Smiling, Phineas payed for the professor’s items (at a slight discount from Maisy if he wasn’t wrong. Bless these two kind souls. Still so nice and generous even after having to put up with a nest of Boos for so long.)

Once that was all settled, E. Gadd led the way to his house.

“I’m kind of impressed you chose to live so close to the manor despite all those Boos hanging around.”

E. Gadd shrugged. “I’m a sucker for a good deal I’m afraid. The previous owner basically sold the place for pennies he was so nervous over his new neighbors.”

“And you aren’t?” Phineas couldn’t help asking curiously.

“Eh. You live long enough and you find not much scares you. Besides, I’ve found that if I don’t bother them they don’t bother me.”

“Huh. I didn’t think Boos could be capable of leaving anyone alone.”

“I imagine there’s a lot we don’t know about Boos.”

“True…” Phineas frowned a little. “What exactly do you study by the way?”

“Oh, mostly fauna. Some flora when it’s slow. That’s actually mostly why I decided to move here. There were some excellent specimens nearby that I can’t find easily anywhere else. And it’s nice to see and catch up with an old friend.”

“That must be nice.”

“Oh it is. I dare say I haven’t seen him in about...forty years at this point?” E. Gadd laughed. “Silly thing hasn’t changed a bit! Although, I can’t say I have much either.”

“Forty years is quite the long time...is it okay to ask what happened?”

“Oh nothing really. Just a bit of a falling out you could say. He claimed I studied too much which, honestly was rich coming from him considering how much of a workaholic he is.” E. Gadd sighed “Another thing I’ve realized with age is it’s best to hold on to what you’ve got for as long as you can. Not everything can last forever.”

Phineas hesitated. “If it’s not too prudent to ask, is everything working out between you two now?”

“Oh yes. It’s almost like that argument never happened. I could tell you right now, I wouldn’t still be here and helping him whenever I can if I didn’t still like him.”

“That’s good.”

“Mm. Anyways, we’re here. Go ahead and make yourself comfortable while I put my groceries away. Then, if you’re not too tired, we can have some tea and talk some more. I must say, I am deeply curious of this method of killing Boos you’ve found.”

Phineas grinned. “You’re going to love it! It’s quite ingenious if I do say so myself!”

For a moment, he could have sworn the professor’s smile looked a little strained as he replied. “I’m sure I will.” but, it was probably a trick of the fading light outside as they entered the slightly darkened house.

To Phineas’s surprise, he didn’t see any candles or gaslights waiting to be lit. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, there were, honest to Grambi, a few electrical light bulbs scattered throughout the small house.

“You have electricity?” he asked, absolutely delighted at the discovery.

“I do.” E. Gadd called distractedly from where Phineas assumed to be the kitchen. “It seems to be where progress is headed next and I find it to be much safer and easier to use while doing some late night work. Do you have any preference for your tea?”

“Not really.” Phineas gazed around the room appreciatively. “This really is quite impressive, Professor. Must of been quite the cost to set this all up. I know the toads back home insist they don’t need anything more complex than a candle or two, but I think they’re just scared of a little change that’ll cost them more than twenty coins!”

Seemingly having finished up in the kitchen, E. Gadd joined him in the main room. “Change is hard to accept sometimes unfortunately.” His smile widened a bit. “Fortunately for me, I didn’t have to find anyone to come up and help. I got everything set up and changed over myself.” He took a set at the table and gestured for Phineas to join him.

“Now. While we wait for the water to boil, why don’t you tell me more about that bit of clever work you’re so proud of.”

Phineas brightened a bit as he took a seat across from the human and taking out one of his traps from his pack to show the professor.

“It’s a fairly simple idea, if I’m being honest. I set one of these out like so,” Phineas pressed a button and watched with pride as the device opened up, revealing a dark, almost electric looking orb inside. “A boo floats by, gets trapped by...whatever that is, I’m thinking of calling it booradium as it eradicates the things beautifully, and then, they die! Amazing what a little engineering and old fashioned alchemy can do if I do say so myself!”

“May I?”

“Oh of course! Best way to learn anything is to tinker around with it yourself. I’d say careful not to break it but,” Phineas grinned as he patted his pack proudly. “I’ve got plenty more where that came from!”

E. Gadd nodded as he carefully took the box and studied it. “I dare say you do. Very clever work Phineas.” he frowned a little. “I don’t suppose you brought all your traps with you? It’d be horrible if something happened to you if you weren’t properly prepared.”

“I did, in fact. I wanted to get here as fast as I could, as this is for the King himself you see-” “So I’ve heard.” “-I figured I’d take my initial box, make as many copies as I could for this venture and see about making any adjustments afterwards.”

“Smart.” E. Gadd replied dryly as a whistle sounded from the kitchen. “That’ll be the tea. I’ll be right back.”

He paused for a moment and looked back. “You don’t by any chance take any sugar or honey with your tea do you?”

Phineas shook his head. “No, I actually prefer to take my tea as is. More flavorful that way.”

E. Gadd smiled and nodded as he continued towards the kitchen.

During the couple minutes it took for the human to retrieve the tea for his guest, Phineas studied the room he was in.

It really was a cozy little house, if a bit lonely looking. He couldn’t even spot any portraits of friends or family the old man might have had to lend some hint of his  life.

It was. Kind of odd if he thought about it, but, then again, perhaps those were private and the good professor preferred to keep those sorts of mementos to himself, away from prying eyes.

“I’m afraid the taste may be a little more bitter than you’re used to.” E. Gadd’s apologetic tone snapped Phineas out of his thoughts. “It seems the leaves I have are a bit older than I thought.” He sighed as he laid a silver tray laden with the teapot, two cups and plates and a couple of cookies on the table. “If I’d known, I’d have made sure to pick up some new ones while I was in town.” E. Gadd gave him a small smile. “Next time, I suppose.”

Phineas gave his host a wide smile. “It’s quite alright! I actually don’t mind a little variety in my tea from time to time!”

Then, to better prove his point, Phineas leaned forward and picked up the teapot, filled both cups and took a large drink of his and gave the professor another warm smile. “Delicious!”

And it was! Mostly. There was a sharp, bitter tang to the tea like E. Gadd had warned him but it wasn’t an overwhelming bitterness. It should be easy enough to mostly ignore.

E. Gadd’s smile grew as he retook his own seat and took a sip from his own cup. “I’m glad to hear that.” He took a cookie and began to slowly swirl it in his tea.

“Now, you’ve mentioned the King hired you for this job?”

Phineas couldn’t help puffing up at that. “He did! It’s his summer home up there you know, and he’s desperate to have it cleared up so that he and the Royal family can visit again. There’s apparently quite a bit of history there too that he doesn’t want to lose forever either.”

“Is there now.” E. Gadd frowned a little as he absentmindly took a bite of his cookie. “I...don’t suppose he has other brilliant minds like yours working on this problem of his, are there? Any other Toads ready to charge up there just in case, or that worked on that wonderful little box of yours back home?”

“No no, just me.” Phineas took a cookie for himself and nearly cracked a tooth on it. “These are rather...dry.”

E. Gadd sighed and gave him an apologetic look. “That’s my bad I’m afraid. I’m not the best baker in the world and I made these a few days ago…” He brightened a little and gestured towards Phineas’ cup. “I do find dipping them in tea does wonders for their edibility though.”

Phineas returned the smile as he followed E. Gadd’s advice, letting the cookie soak in a bit of the liquid before trying it again. To his surprise, it was actually pretty good and negated the bitter taste of the tea slightly.

Bad at baking his cap. The professor was a wizard at the craft! Phineas took another bit of his cookie and winced a little. Although maybe he could try baking at a lower temperature next time or at the very least take the cookies out sooner.

“I must say Phineas, I’m happy for you. You’re a very clever young man. I find it very impressive you did this all by yourself.” E. Gadd took a sip of his tea. “I imagine you made some easy to replicate notes of your discovery?”

Phineas shrugged. “Somewhat. Just a couple bits jolted down here and there back home. But I’m young enough that I don’t think I need to really worry about writing everything down. Good memory and all. Though I think I might organize and write this method of permanently getting rid of boos once I get home. For posterity.”

E. Gadd nodded. “For posterity. More tea?”

Phineas glanced down at his cup and noted it was almost half gone. Phineas gave the human a small smile and offered the human his cup for a refill. “Please. You know, I do say I think the taste is growing on me a little.”

E. Gadd chuckled as he topped off both their cups. “Good. To be honest, it’s a favorite of mine. I do regret sharing it with you as old as it is. A good friend like you deserves fresher leaves than this.”

Phineas laughed and waved a hand. “It’s fine! Truly! The bitterness adds a bit of a much needed kick to keep me going after a long day of walking.”

“Good! Remind me to give you some leaves before you return home. I dare say you’d be quite the talk at any tea social.” E. Gadd gave him a warm smile as he took another sip of his tea. “Those are still a thing I hope? I’m afraid I’ve gotten too old to tell what’s still relevant in the wider social circles.”

“Oh they are! In fact, I’d be delighted if you ever decided to come to Toad Town to visit. It’d only be fair for me to host you in my home and introduce you to some of my friends as you’ve been so kind to me since I arrived.”

“That’s very kind of you but you don’t need to entertain a silly old man like myself.”

“I insist!” Phineas pulled his pack off and begun digging through it. “In fact, let me give you my address. I just need to find some paper…”

“You’re really too kind m’boy. But if you really mean it...here. I always carry some paper and a pencil in case I come across something interesting.”

Phineas gratefully took the offered items and quickly jolted down his address.

“I do think you’d like Toad Town. Bright, warm. Lots of friendly faces.”

“Mm.” E. Gadd hummed as he gently folded up the paper and placed it in a pocket. “Perhaps. I find I much prefer the solitude I’ve found living up here though. Easier to do my work you see.”

Phineas nodded before wincing at the sudden headache the action raised. “Understandable. You said you studied the local fauna here?”

“Mmhm. Rather shy beings I’m afraid. One of the main reasons it’s best to live away from close knit, colorful little populaces.”

“Ah.”

Phineas felt a small shiver shake his body. Thankfully, a quick sip of his still warm tea chased that chill right away. A horrible thought struck him.

“Living so close to a boo nest...they don’t. They don’t come here do they?”

“Oh no. I believe they much prefer the bigger, roomier mansion than my little, old, ramshackle building. You are perfectly safe from Boos here. I can assure you, they won’t bother you while you rest here for the night.”

“...how can you be sure though?”

E. Gadd laughed. “Well I’m still here and I’ve been living here for months without incident haven’t I?”

Phineas laughed with him. “Very true.”

Conversation with the Professor was...odd after that.

He was still cordial, and cheerful, and easy to talk to but, there was almost something somewhat off about it.

E. Gadd would answer his questions as politely and enthusiastically as ever, but for the life of him, Phineas couldn’t get much out of him regarding his work or even his friend he’d missed so much to come back for.

Instead, most of the conversation remained centered around him, his work, how much of it was Boo related, if it was a newer study he’d started getting into and if so, if he knew if others were as well. And of course, the professor asked about King Toadstool himself and if he knew much of what he was up to.

It was odd. No two spots about it, but, Phineas couldn’t quite fault the old human for being so curious about the going-ons in a town so close to the royal family and their castle as secluded as he was from the rest of the world. Especially if he only visited the nearby village for short bursts at a time.

...and, it was rather nice to have this much attention focused on him and his work.

So no, Phineas couldn’t quite fault the Professor for leading most of the conversation.

About halfway through his third cup however, Phineas’s body shook with the sudden coarse coughs that escaped him, only managing to make it through them it seemed by E. Gadd quickly rising to stand by his side and comfortingly rub his back.

“I’m so sorry,” he rasped after finally getting his throat under control. “I don’t know what came over...me…” Phineas stared in disbelief at the blood covering his hand as he pulled it away from his mouth. “...wha-?”

“That, I believe, would be from your organs liquefying. Took them long enough. But, you toads are rather resilient. I was starting to think I’d have to brew another pot soon.”

Phineas woodenly pulled his gaze away from his hand to meet E. Gadd’s, barely believing what he was hearing before freezing at what he saw.

It. Hadn’t really dawned on him how close the professor would have to be to rub his back. Or that with that closeness, he’d be able to fully see all of the human’s face. Eyes included.

Because while E. Gadd’s mouth was still drawn up in a cheerful, friendly smile as it had been all night since Phineas had first met him in the shop, his eyes were cold. And calculating. And so very very angry.

“What did. What did you do to me?”

“Poisoned you.” E. Gadd’s smile turned as sharp and cruel as his eyes. “Really Phineas, I’d think a smart boy like you could figure at least that out.” He gestured to the teapot as he returned to his seat. “The tea, child.”

Phineas stared at the pot. Then the cups. And then back at E. Gadd whose eyes, thankfully, were hidden behind his scratched up glasses again. “The tea.” He repeated flatly. “That we were both drinking.” 

E. Gadd nodded, smirking now. 

“Does it only affect toads then?”

The human laughed. “Oh stars no. I daresay it works even faster on humans. We don’t have a very good defense against toxins I’m afraid. As much as I dislike you, I will say I’m impressed with how long it took to affect you. I may even have to double the dosage if I ever have to do this again.”

Phineas stared at the hu-E. Gadd in horror. “What the hell are you?”

“I’m human.”

“Then how are you-” Phineas coughed again, even harder this time and tried not to think about how both freezing cold and burning hot he felt. “How are you not,” he weakly gestured at himself. “dying too?”

“I have a very good insurance premium.”

Phineas stared at him dumbfounded, which only served to make the monster in front of him laugh even harder.

“Oh. I’ll have to remember that for Barty later. He probably won’t get it, but it’s a good one right?”

Phineas licked his lips and nearly gagged at the taste of blood on them. “W-Why are you...doing this?”

E. Gadd frowned a little at that. “That, my dear boy, is a. More delicate topic than we currently have time for.” He raised a hand to stall Phineas’ next words. “I assure you, I will get into it in about…” E. Gadd gave a small hum as he tapped the table. “Ten minutes or so? By then I believe you’ll be coherent enough to properly listen.”

“Wha. What do you meeean. Cooo-?” Phineas slumped forward, face just barely missing his plate and cup from earlier. Dimly, as parts of his body went numb before shutting down for good, Phineas wondered if the Professor had moved them when he’d come over to rub his back when this nightmare he’d found himself in became known.

He wasn’t sure what he was more upset about. Being murdered for no reason or that E. Gadd apparently cared more for his dishware than another, living being.

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When Phineas woke up again, it was in confusion.

The last thing he fully remembered was to E. Gadd confessing to murdering him and then laughing about it with the rest of his memories being a mess of pain and splintered moments.

The second thing that registered within him, was not only was he apparently somehow alive again but cold.

“You certainly took your sweet time. Nearly fifteen minutes. Had me worried I wouldn’t be able to kill you a second time.”

Phineas instinctively recoiled at his killer’s voice, barely even registering how almost impossible it was that he was moving at all without feeling, well, anything.

E. Gadd came into view, alarmingly much bigger than he’d last seen him. Phineas moved further back.

“What?” the man asked mockingly, “No sudden desire to suck my soul from my body? Tear me limb from limb?”

“Why. Why would I want to do that?”

E. Gadd’s brows rose comically over his glasses. “You mean to tell me you aren’t filled with the mindless desire to destroy and devour everything in sight now that you’re a Boo?”

“N-No?” Phineas froze as the last word the professor said hit him. “I’m a. I’m a Boo?” Fearfully, he held his hands to his face and found only white nubs in front of him. “I’m a Boo.” he repeated numbly in disbelief.

Dragging his gaze back to the only other person in the room, Phineas stared in E. Gadd in horror.

“Why would you do this to me?” He wailed.

“You were going to murder an entire manor full of Boos that never bothered you or anyone else in the area.” E. Gadd snarled at him, face twisted into murderous rage. “And for what? Glory? Money? A splattering of attention from that doddering fool you call King who can’t bother doing anything for himself and instead relies on blathering twats like you to get anything done?!”

Phineas wailed harder as he hid his face in his nubs. “But they’re just Boos!”

“Like you!” E. Gadd roared back. “Actually, I take that back, every single one of those Boos are leagues better than you’ll ever be and to compare you to one of them is an insult I won’t sink to. Because they never let their Ego or Fear compel them to murder an entire species!”

The human took a step back, breathing heavily. “But I’m a reasonable man, Phineas.” E. Gadd ran a hand through his hair and gave him a tight smile that only had him shivering more.

“You worked very hard on that little toy of yours. And as a fellow inventor, I know how much it pains you to know it’ll never be used again.” E. Gadd’s smile turned vicious. “Which is why I think I can stand to see it in action one final time, reprehensible as it is, just for you Phineas.”

The little Boo only had time for one small little “Wha-?” before E. Gadd dropped a very familiar device on the floor and lightly kicked it towards him before he registered what, exactly, was happening.

When it did, Phineas screamed in terror as he attempted to move away from his creation but it was already too late.

The booradiam, as he’d affectionately called it while alive, had gripped onto the edge of his tail and had begun the process of shredding him molecule by molecule and no matter how hard he tried to escape its’ grip, it only seemed to quicken the process.

The very last thing the being once known as Phineas C. Toad ever saw was the icy glare of one Professer E. Gadd.

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As the fearful and pained screams from perhaps the most disgusting twat he had ever had the misfortune of running into during his long life faded, Elvin made his way to Phineas’s murder box and picked it up.

Frowning, he placed a couple of fingers in the center to better judge, what exactly he was working with here. Ignoring the prickling sensation of new skin and muscle being replaced as quickly as it was being destroyed, Elvin ran the tips around the circumference and even the little orb the twat had been so proud of.

Biting his lip as bone joined the near constant cycle of destruction and regrowth, Elvin prodded as deep in the device as he cared to at the moment.

On the brightside, it didn’t seem like the ‘booradium’ wasn’t solid matter so destroying it in his house probably wouldn’t leave any bits or pieces for a poor random boo (or, Grambie forbid, Him) to float over and suffer from. But if it was what he suspected it to be...well. He’d have to do some tinkering and  figure out a way that wouldn’t wind up in him having to walk off several explosions.

Sighing, Elvin removed his fingers from the box and turned the thing off before walking over and dropping it in with the rest of the despicable things in the toad’s travel pack and taking the whole thing to his room and locking the door.

He’d. Store it in a better, more Boo-Proof location later when the poisoned tea he’d had with Phineas wasn’t still in his system.

It couldn’t kill him, but the damage dealt by the plant definitely took its sweet time repairing itself.

In the meantime, he would make himself an actually soothing drink and relax on the couch. Maybe even take a nap while he waited for his strength to return and he could properly deal with the Great Git’s body before anyone from the village decided to visit to see how Phineas’ murder spree went.

Elvin sighed as he rubbed his eyes from beneath his glasses.

This was going to be an absolutely wonderful week.

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King Boo stared in stunned disbelief at the...half melted corpse(???) lying slumped on Elvin’s table.

“Elvin you better not be trying to make more boos again.” He muttered under his breath as he slowly floated through the little house looking for the insane little human.

One of these days, that man would do something so catastrophically stupid and wind up as a boo himself. And when that happened, he’d point and laugh at him before taking pity on the idiot and drag him back home with him.

Until then, he just had find the idiot first.

A sudden snort drew his attention towards the living room. Following the noise, King Boo found his human sleeping on the couch.

It was sort of cute. Seeing Elvin all relaxed, a bit paler than normal and...now that he was looking at him, Elvin actually didn’t seem that relaxed. His face was all tight and...frowning. Hm.

Still staring intently at the human, King Boo raised a nub and slapped him.

“WAKE UP!”

Elvin jolted forward, eyes wide. “What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know know. Why don’t you tell me.”

Elvin turned and looked up at him. “’Mew?” Suddenly his eyes widened as he leaned forward to put his  glasses on as he looked over him worriedly (??? What on earth had E. Gadd been up to today?)

“What are you doing here?”

King Boo frowned. “Visiting? I’d ask if you were worried about another guest seeing us, but I see you already took care of that.” Bootholomew gestured towards the table, where, yep, the corpse was still there. “Gadd. What the Jaydees am I looking at over there? What did you do?”

Elvin leaned around him and scowled at the corpse. “There was a problem. I fixed it.”

Bootholomew stared at him before throwing up his nubs in disbelief. “Via murder?! Again?!”

Elvin glared up at him. “You say that like I have a problem or something.” “You do!” Gadd sighed and pinched his nose. “Agree to disagree.” he sighed again, somehow sounding even more tired. “Believe me when I say that twat didn’t give me any other option than to double kill him.”

“...Double kill.”

“Mm. He somehow figured out a way to kill Boos. Little git was bound and determined to march up to your manor and ‘exterminate’ you all.” E. Gadd’s mouth twisted up in disgust at that, “I couldn’t exactly let that stand now could I?”

King Boo stared down at him, stunned. “And this method he had. Did it work?”

Elvin gave a tight nod. “Watched it myself.”

Before he could properly work himself into a huff that Elvin had apparently just stood aside and watched a boo be destroyed, the human gave his side a gentle pat. “Relax Barty; double kill, remember? He was so proud of the thing, figured he would probably enjoy being the last person to experience it.”

Bootholomew gave a dark chuckle at that before pausing at a sudden weight against him. Glancing down at E. Gadd, King Boo frowned. Elvin...wasn’t usually this clingy. Or this pale come to think of it.

“...are you okay?”

Elvin gave a small hum and waved a hand. “Just tired. Drank something that didn’t quite agree with me earlier. I just need a moment more of rest, and then I’ll be right as rain, Barty.”

“Uh huh.”

“I will!”

“And what, exactly do you think you’ll be doing ‘after a moment’?”

Elvin leaned a little more against him. “Well, take care of the twat for starters. Can’t exactly have folks see what happened to my guest. Then I’ll probably draft up a letter to the Mushroom King, seems he’s upset you all moved into a mansion he wasn’t using. Twat. And then I’ll have to go to our would-be murderer’s home in Toad Town and clear it so no one else gets any bright ideas. Oh! But first I need to move his stupid boxes into a more secure location so neither you or your boos get ripped apart while I’m gone.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

Elvin shrugged. “It is what it is. But I’ll have everything in order soon enough.”

“Mmhm.” Bootholomew frowned a little more as he listened to his human ramble and gently lit his crown with a sleeping spell.

He wasn’t blind, he could see his old friend growing older and slowing down with each passing year. Why E. Gadd thought he could keep up the same rapid pace he’d had when they first met was mind-mindboggling to him.

For such a smart guy, it sure seemed to be taking Elvin a long time to realize it’d just be better to hurry up and die already.

Although...King Boo couldn’t help thinking as E. Gadd slumped against him as the sleep spell took hold, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing the guy was still kicking.

Who knows how many boos he could have lost tonight if Elvin hadn’t still been around to take a wanna-be hunter home and murder him in cold blood not once but twice?

At the very least, he owned the guy at least one favor. Gently wrapping Elvin in his magic, Bootholomew carefully placed him back on the couch, this time in a position that wouldn’t wreck his back (did humans just. Hate having a operational spine???) and floated over to stare at the mushroom baby.

Grambi.

These things just got uglier the more he had to look at them, and that was even before Elvin had did...whatever it was he did to this one.

Picking it up much more roughly with his magic, King Boo carried the thing out towards the garden and unceremoniously dropped it near a twisted old tree and a couple of bushes to hide it from whatever rare passerby dared come near their home.

Satisfied with his work, King Boo floated back into the house and turned off the lights with his magic before settling near E. Gadd.

Elvin better appreciate him taking care of one his tasks for him.

He could be so needy sometimes, it was ridiculous.

And he may as well stay the rest of the night. And part of the morning too. They had a lot to discuss over what Elvin had learned over the past few hours.

Besides, knowing that dolt, he’d probably forget to eat in his rush to get as much done during the day.

Feeling comfortably settled, King Boo closed his eyes so that he could doze next to his idiot inventor.  

There was a lot of work ahead of them, and for matters like this; it was best to be as well-rested as possible.

#my fics #e. gadd #king boo #was thinking about a situation where e. gadd might be a little more...villainous than we see in the main series #and well; i figure there may be times he sides with the boos living next door than the occasional Livings that pass by #anyways; e. gadd can and will kill for those he cares about #dating era #tw: death #tw: poison #tw: body horror #*sobs* this ended up being so much longer than i planned; why do i keep doing this to myself????

[werewolf-transgenderism]

trope: there was only one bed 👀

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it. simply a classic!! could not even tell you how many "only one bed" fics I've read, it's a surefire way to turn your "oblivious dumbasses mutual pining" into romance

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

D: Not my favorite. I avoid it if I can, but it won’t necessarily put me off reading something.

F: Hate it. Will immediately make me nope out of a fic.

send me a fanfiction trope and I will grade it

#a classic for geraskier and enjoltaire in particular I have read those boys realizing they're into each other via bedsharing SO many times #ty!!

[jenleigh1]

H, K, J, S & T from the fanfic meme! I'm greedy and love your writing, so eager to learn more about your process :3

Aaaa, that's very sweet of you! Thanks very much for the ask. ❤

H: How would you describe your writing style?

Oh, that's a tough one to answer! I think one of the major challenges of writing any type of fiction is figuring out how to get impressions and feelings across without being too "on the nose" about it - so I end up using a lot of imagery, and little snippets of past scenes, and sometimes stream-of-consciousness type passages to try and capture what I want to say. I like third-person limited POV for the most part, and I usually pick one particular character to stay with for the duration of the story.

K:  Do you have a guilty pleasures in fic (reading or writing)?

So many, lol! I'm a huge h/c junkie - so in the MGS fandom, I'm always a sucker for a good post-tanker fic. Or anything dealing with post-mission patching up... Reivalk's wonderful Red Collar Job hits absolutely all of my buttons, there. (Highly recommended!!)

First-time sex is also another surefire winner, for me. There are SO MANY ways you can go with that - and I love the awkwardness, and the trust issues it raises, and the whole dynamic you get between the characters. I could literally read 500 different takes on this for Snake/Otacon (or any pairing I've ever enjoyed, in any fandom) and be absolutely delighted with every single one.

J:  What’s your favorite fanfic trope?  Have you written it?

There are LOTS that I reliably enjoy. 😂 I'm pretty easy to please as a reader, honestly.

The ever-popular "OH NOES this deserted cabin has only one bed!" is one I haven't written, but am always thrilled to read.

"X character in jeopardy and needing to be rescued" makes me swoon. Some of the stuff I've written incorporates this a bit, but to date I've not done a fic centered around it. (Hmmm... musing. 👀)

Also a huge fan of showering or bathing together. All that delicious, naked vulnerability on display. The intimacy. The TRUST. *fans self* I... may have done variations on this more than once, in my own fics. 😳

S: How do you feel about fan art inspired by your writing?

It is literally the best thing ever. ❤ I am absolutely hopeless at any kind of visual art, so it's a huge thrill to get to see a representation of something I've written "in the flesh", as it were. For real, it's SO INCREDIBLY COOL to see, and I love it.

It also makes me really happy to know that someone else had *feelings* about something I wrote, so much that they felt inspired to create a piece of art based on it - I mean, how absolutely awesome is that?? That's what writing is about, more than anything else.

So, yeah. Basically, it makes my entire year anytime it happens.

T: Any fanfic tropes you can’t stand?

Ah... yes and no, I suppose! "Can't stand" is such a strong way to put it - there isn't much that I really hate with a fiery passion, but there are certainly some things that aren't my cup of tea.

I don't tend to read major character death, unless I'm in a very particular mood - I definitely don't mind angst, but I prefer my angst to have some bright spots and an ending that's not unremittingly bleak.

As a rule, I'm also not a huge fan of AUs that are wildly different from the source material - so, stuff like time travel, or high school/college AUs, or body swap fics. Etc., etc. That being said, I've certainly read a few AU fics that I liked very much, so a lot depends on the specific details of the set-up.

Honestly - if I'm familiar with the author's work and I know it will be well-written, I'll give almost anything a chance.

#ask meme #answered asks #nerdy writing stuff

[lunena]

Hiii so lately I’ve been feeling out of it :/ and lowkey sad all the time again huhu. I was wondering what you do to keep occupied and busy? I feel like nothing I use to enjoy doing is working anymore and I feel empty a lot :(

hello darling~ i’m very sorry you’ve been feeling like this. it’s not a great feeling in any way, shape or form, but there is one good thing about this type of mood: the brighter days that come afterward and the triumph in getting there. and yes, they will come.

i know this feeling well. i understand that when people enter this icky, sort of bland mental state, not everyone can escape it using the same methods. there’s no surefire way of suddenly being happy again for every single person. for instance, some people are able to take something they used to love doing and get back into it, using it as a crutch to help them back to the brighter side of life. but like you said, the things you used to enjoy haven’t been working for you, and that’s okay! sometimes relying too heavily on the things we’re used to liking isn’t beneficial. sometimes, it can even set you back a few steps.

for me, when i hit this type of slump, i like to take drives with no destination. i like to read books, whether it be one i’ve already read or one i’ve been putting off. i like to look at my place and see if there’s something i can redecorate, like a new bookshelf, new comforter and sheets, a new blanket for the couch. i like to spend time with my dog, whether we go for a walk or just lounge around all day. i like to go to the gym and just run. i like to plan an at-home spa night, giving myself something to look forward to.

maybe you could find something you’ve been meaning to try and just go for it. like learning something new, trying new food, listening to new music. maybe it’s in old music you used to love. maybe have a spontaneous shopping day with someone you love. maybe talking about everything you’ve been feeling with someone will lift a weight off of your shoulders. maybe going for a walk will bring some clarity. there is so much you can do to keep yourself busy in a positive way, helping your brain and your heart. maybe it’s something outside of your comfort zone.

i will tell you that this feeling won’t last forever, whether you find something to help you distance yourself from this feeling or it goes away on its own. but i know that that can be hard to believe, and hell, you may not want to hear that while you’re feeling like this. sometimes it just takes time to crawl out of this mental state, and i know it’s easy to become impatient, but if you do, you are more than welcome to come and be impatient here in my inbox. and if you find something to keep you positively occupied, come tell me! i’d love to hear about it.

again, i’m sorry you’re going through this sucky funk. i hope anything i said helps you, and if you’d like to talk more, i’m right here. <3

#asks #anon

[mortraveling]

5 Must Have Pieces of Clothing for Male Travellers

5 Must Have Pieces of Clothing for Male Travellers We all know that when you set off on your travels you’ll end up packing far too many clothes that you probably won’t wear or don’t need, especially if it is your first long-haul trip or holiday. Well, this article is just a handy guide to help you cut down on some of the useless items you shouldn’t pack, all you have to do is make sure you have these 5 items in your backpack and you will be good to go in most situations. 5 Must-Have Pieces of Clothing for Male Travellers Jeans Jeans are a very important item that you should bring with you no matter where you’re going in the world. A comfortable pair of jeans can see you through any journeys or adventures you have, if you need to walk miles around a thousand-year-old temple or decide to hit the shops for a day, whatever the situation you can make sure you do it in comfort is the most important thing for any traveler. Polo Shirts You may be thinking why do I need to bring a polo shirt with me when I’m planning on trekking through a forest or touring around the Mekong Delta. Well obviously you wouldn’t be wearing a polo shirt at that exact moment in time but I’m talking about if you find yourself in a situation where you’ve got a bit of downtime like you want to relax for a bit with friends, you’re going out for a meal at a restaurant or having a drink at a local bar. For any of these situations then a polo shirt should be the go-to option as it’s cool if you’re in a hot country, it's practical for most situations and you’ll look good at the same time. See here for some stylish polo shirts that would be ideal to take with you on your travels. Swimming Trunks This should be an obvious one especially if the countries you’re traveling to are hot, as taking a dip in a pool or going for a swim in some crystal blue waters somewhere is 100% going to happen. Maybe you want a day sunbathing on the beach or chilling out by the pool in your hotel (if you’re staying at a hotel that has a pool) in which case swimming trunks will be the first thing you go to put on. Rain Coat Don’t underestimate how important this item is, even if you’re going to some tropical paradise as even the nicest, most idyllic places have rain. Whether that’s a tropical thunderstorm, a light shower or it might just be that particular country's rainy season you don’t want to be caught out as that is a surefire way to put anyone in a bad mood, not to mention the hassle of having to dry all your clothes out. So the easy way to avoid this problem is simply to make sure you pack a raincoat so you don’t have to worry about any of these problems. Walking Shoes I’ve saved the most important till last as a good pair of walking shoes are by far the most important piece of clothing anyone needs at any point in their travels. In my opinion, you should definitely get a good pair of trainers before you leave as this gives you the chance to break them in easily while you still have the opportunity to. Trust me when I say there’s nothing worse than having to walk in an uncomfortable pair of shoes for miles because you’ve got no other option. So make sure the shoes you take are as comfortable as you can find, your feet will thank you for it. via Blogger https://ift.tt/sWQ6Prv February 18, 2023 at 09:58PM

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[champagneandparacosm-archive]

🔥 Joanna, veeta, Mia, nick, owen

What’s a surefire way to make your OC get flustered?

Joanna:

Kiss her. She’s a slut for kisses. Girls got an oral fixation. Or put a hand on her throat, either gently or with force. Both will get the job done, her words twisting within her mouth and coming out in incoherent babbles.

Veeta:

Hmmmm. I haven’t really played her in sexual situations. But I feel like any soft touch is enough to make her weak in the knees. She’s not used to it. Touch starved little gal.

Mia:

Woof. Hard to do. She’s stone cold. The best advice I can give is to catch her in a submissive mood and hold her down, choking her. But she has to be in sub space or else miss girl will fucking. Wreck. You.

Nick:

Ahhhh my baby boy. He’s so soft. Literally just brush his dick or grind against him and he’s yours. He also loves his jaw held and touched. Give him kisses across his jaw.

Owen:

Say you want him to eat you out. He’ll be a heart-eyed mess. Like “yes, 👏baby, 👏👏let me, 👏👏👏please. Taste 👏so 👏👏good. 👏👏Fucking👏👏👏👏👏👏 yes. 👏👏👏👏👏Please. 👏👏👏👏Yes.”

#asks: joanna #asks: veeta #asks: owen #asks: nick #asks: mia

[worstloki]

Thought of smth funny/ chuckle-inducing that you might enjoy

I actually chuckled before I read what you said about it

#how did you know #infinoki #tesseroki #both those ships give me instant serotonin #surefire way to put me in a good mood #you also made me realize i made tesseroki memes and not infinoki ones #which is something i must fix #>:) #I'm allowed to HC that loki touching the stones will be special because that's what happened in the comics #and you can't prove that won't happen #it didn't happen for Thanos or Brulk or Tony... but.... Loke........... >:)

[introvert-celeste]

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#me #vent #it's a good thing I'm squeamish and don't deal well with pain #bc I'd be self harming right now #considered choking myself a little but I couldn't do it #i don't know what I want #i don't know what to do #i don't really want to do anything but doing nothing hurts #and I don't want to be left alone with my thoughts #but I don't think I can ask my brother to do something with me without bursting into tears #he's been waiting to watch last night's episodes of infinity train with me and my mood has just gotten worse #i don't even wanna leave my room bc I've been crying and I don't want my family to ask what's wrong #only for me to reply with 'i don't know' again #bc saying 'i hate myself' is a surefire way to get me put in therapy and i CAN'T DO IT #they would become just another person I have to perform for #and every time they react in a way I perceive as negative I'll feel like I failed and it'll just get worse #i know if this keeps getting worse I'll have to see a specialist and get a proper diagnosis and medication #but I just can't do it now

[00gangfriend00]

hi girlie I have a nsfw prompt for YA: is that my shirt?

thx boo 😘

omg anon, i was just about to dive deep into my inbox for old prompts and you blessed me with a new & juicy one!!

I hope you like it!!

There's a lot about her new place that he likes. Closer to downtown. He got money, yah, but he ain't made of it. Gas prices weren't exactly going down these days. He doesn't have to catch Car-man cheesin' up at him from a frame in his peripheral while he's hittin' it. That's a surefire way to kill the mood, and he'd live happily ever after if he didn't have to see that ugly mug again.

There's something else too.. something not quite as easy to put his finger on. It's the way she showed up for a meeting with her forearms streaked in yellow paint, frantically explaining the must-haves of an 'accent wall'.

Or how he walked in on her once, piss drunk, scrubbing red hair dye into her scalp over the bathroom sink. (A small red stain still under lingers the faucet.)

The place smells different - like flowers and whiskey.

It's bigger too. More place for her shit, hers. Not just the kids. Suits her.

Maybe he's gettin' soft - fatherhood and old age will do that he's been told - But sometimes when high, or pleasantly drunk, his mind wanders back to those tear-stained cheeks paired with determined blue eyes, that mouthy suburban mama he tried to rob. How she’s changed. 

Her attitude still a problem, that's for damn sure, but hell if it hasn't grown on him.

It was still the same woman that dropped those pearls on his door. He knew then that she could burn this whole city to the ground if she wanted to –

He just had to make sure she was on his side when it happened.

She’d finally chosen him. Well, not him exactly –they weren’t together, just casual. Scratchin' an itch.

But she'd chosen him all the same. The power. The partnership. He hated to admit just how good It felt. Wouldn’t let himself consider that he’d been waiting on this, putting it all on the line for this.

Guess he just like bein’ right about her. 

Once a boss bitch, always a boss bitch. Now she just got the lifestyle to match.

--

It's a little past midnight when he pulls up. He punches the code in ( apartment- living making it a bit harder to just drop in. She didn't give him the code, nah. That's not their style. But she does enter it slowly and deliberately whenever they walk in together. It didn't take him long to piece it together.) and heads up to the fifteenth floor.

Her apartment's warm, the scent of banana bread wafting from a still-warm oven. The lights are off, and the formless shape of leggings are strewn across a yoga mat in the sitting room.

Elizabeth is in bed, but still awake. He can see her open eyes illuminated in the moonlight as her body stirs.

“Hey.” He breaks the silence. A little sheepish.

“Hi.” She's girlish in her response. They grin at each other as he pulls his shirt up over his head and climbs under the covers.

Her naked body is warm, her arms inviting him closer. His sigh of relief fills the quiet room.

Elizabeth giggles into his chest. "I thought our meeting was cancelled today?"

"Mmm. Plans changed."

"Oh yah?"

He mouths at her breasts. "Mhm. That ok with you councilwoman?"

Her fingers stroke circles at the base of his skull.

"I'll allow it."

He bites her playfully on the shoulder. "What else you allowin' tonigh-..This my shirt?"

A black tee is unearthed from the mix of sheets. Clearly not Beth's, or a woman’s for that matter.'

Beth starts laughing. "No, that's ...." She obstructs slightly her face in the pillow between them, bracing herself for what’s to come. "Phil's".

Phil's some sadsack she'd swiped right on a couple weeks ago. Happy with a 'friends with benefits' arrangement, they'd had a couple drinks and downloaded some dating apps. There was no shortage of middle-aged divorced dudes waiting to get their paws on local political royalty, and Rio wasn't easily threatened. Fuck it, let the lady have her soccer dads.

"Phil! My man! Made it all the way to the 15th floor, huh? "

She's groaning through laughter beneath him.

"Dont.."

"What'd ol' Phil get up to down here. Lil bit of this?" He moves his hands down her thighs, ghosting her center. She's wet. "Phil get you hot?"

She's squirming now, flushed.

He puts his lips against the shell of her ear.

"He make you cum?"

"Rio..." Her voice a weak warning.

He chuckles, a little cruel. "You think about me when he was sweatin' on top of you? bet you did, huh?"

'You're arrogant." But shes biting back a smile.

"Arrogant or... accurate. I know you." He guides her hands down to where his erection strains against his boxers.

She locks eyes with him, making his cock twitch.

"Phil... came over Tuesday. He didn't .. stay."

Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday, Beth had showed up at the bar near closing. Swaying from clearly having had a few, she'd motioned for him to come outside, where she proceeded to get down on her knees for him in the alley outback. It was fucking fantastic. It was.. shit. Tuesday.

He's rock hard now, yanking his cock free and pushing into her with a groan.

#goodgirls fanfiction #prompts

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Where the Tainted Kiss [Chapter Ten] Please and Thank You [Vaas Montenegro]

A/n: just a short break before more chaos ensues. Please enjoy.

Warning(s): Vaas being Vaas, pride, exhaustion, fear of nonconsent, guns.

No Minors Allowed!!

No matter the alternative, Liv was fated to be someone else's property.

Unless I manage to escape.

That, however, was a long shot. And as long as Vaas was around, there was no chance. He almost shot her for attempting to help Chris, assuming that she was escaping. It shook her to the core. Death terrified her. Running became the final resort; at least until she had a surefire plan.

But then there was the matter of her future; the dead-end road she was speeding down. In time her injuries would heal, then like it or not Liv would be sold; she doubted that Vaas would keep her once the show was done. At least her heart could rest a little assuming that Chris would suffer the same fate; it was better than death, but not by much.

He just needs to survive the––

Liv was interrupted by a yawn. It was late and she was tired, but her thoughts were chaotic. She didn't give much thought to what Vaas had said at the time, but alone, there wasn't much distracting her from thinking. In a way, she hated it. She argued with herself over insignificant matters; blamed herself for not doing anything to save her coworkers or others. All night it was just an endless cycle of self-hate and finger-pointing, sprinkled with thoughts of the future. And Vaas; there were so many about him.

It was no wonder Liv was a tired mess by morning. Her body shook as she rubbed her eyes, worried that when it came time for her to do her one job on the island, the one job that put money in her pocket, she wouldn't be able to do it. Liv was furious with herself. She felt like screaming.

Leaning her head against the cage, she closed her eyes. It was ironic. Her mind was ready to sleep now that she had to wake up.

A sudden loud bang made her jerk in fear and she turned her attention to the source, glaring at Carlos as he slammed the butt of his gun against the cage again.

"Wake up," he ordered.

"I am awake. I haven't slept a goddamn wink," Liv retorted in annoyance.

She was in no mood to deal with him.

"Boo fucking hoo," Carlos replied. He slammed his gun against the cage again.

What did he even want?

"Leave me alone," Liv uttered.

She brought her knees up and rested her head against them.

"Jefe (boss) wants you awake. He says he has something he wants you to do," Carlos mentioned.

"Later... I can do it later," Liv uttered.

She squeezed her eyes shut, thankful that for a moment Carlos left her alone. Her shoulders slumped and the world around her began to fade. But the universe was cruel.

Something slammed against the cage a third time and woke Liv. She tightened her jaw and lifted her head, intending to shout at Carlos for being an asshole, but in addition to him, Vaas was standing there too. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Get the fuck up, querida (darling). You made me walk over here, so get up," Vaas ordered.

Liv groaned. Of course, Carlos would run to get Vaas. He was such a loyal bastard.

Pushing down her legs, she yawned. Once the gate was open, Liv tottered out and stared into space as Carlos shut the door behind her.

"What the fuck is wrong with her?" She heard Vaas ask Carlos. The man in question grunted in response.

A calloused hand on her face drew her attention to the man with the mohawk. His green eyes narrowed in question.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, querida (darling)? You look like shit."

"I'm so tired," Liv uttered. "I couldn't sleep."

Vaas hummed.

"You're no good to me like this.

Hearing this, Liv widened her eyes. She never wanted to put him in the mindset to say that she was useless to him.

"I... I'm fine. I can film the show––"

Vaas pressed his finger against her lips and hushed her; she shivered in protest; his skin was warm.

"Chris is sick. We aren't filming today."

Then what did he want her up for? Vaas turned his attention to Carlos.

"We'll do it later," he told him.

Do what later? She was hesitant to ask, and when Vaas took her arm and led her to the trailer, she was hesitant to follow him. Her mind was running with thoughts again; she was lucky that she didn't develop a headache.

Taking her to the bedroom, Vaas kicked the door closed behind them and motioned toward the bed.

"Lie down," he ordered.

"W-why?" Liv asked in fear.

She was confused. What did he want her to lie down for? Immediately, her mind went to the gutter. Her face turned red and she shook her head in disagreement.

"Lie the fuck down!" Vaas shouted, making her jump.

Liv hesitantly walked over to the small bed and sat down on the edge. She was about to lie down, but Vaas kicked her shoe in annoyance.

"Take off your shoes. Don't get your fucking dirt on my bed."

Removing them, she rested her head against his pillow and took an uneasy breath. The fabric smelled like him, like mangos, and a hint of something she could not make out; something that reminded her of the island. Her body shook as she watched him walk closer, sitting on a chair near the table; it gave a squeak that made her jerk. Was he seriously about to do this?

"Please... I just––"

"What the fuck are you going on about? Vaas asked, raising a brow.

What was he going on about? Was he not attempting to have sex with her?

"Why am I here?"

"So you can rest your pretty little mind, querida (darling). I told you that you are no good to me like this," Vaas answered.

So, he brought her to his room to sleep? Okay; strange, but okay. Her nerves eased a bit. The curious look he was giving her made Liv feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"You have a dirty mind, pervetida (pervert)."

Liv felt her face heat up.

"What was I supposed to think?"

"Do I look like one of your rich perverts? I don't fucking take advantage of women, querida (darling). All the mujeres (women) who come to my bed are paid for and willing," Vaas argued.

She judged him too quickly. But how was she to know? Liv had no idea that he was generous enough to let her sleep in his bed.

"I'm sorry... I'm just tired. Please don't be angry," Liv uttered.

He snorted. He didn't look mad.

"Go the fuck to bed before I change my mind and throw you out."

Liv watched him turn and pop open the laptop, groaning under his breath about her being ungrateful. She felt bad for judging him, but in her defense, Vaas was terrible with explaining a situation before he acted; it was like he made everything up on a whim and expected everyone to know what he was doing.

"Thank you, Vaas," she uttered, turning onto her side to face his back.

"Fuck you," he replied.

Liv snorted and closed her eyes. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.

"Querida (darling). Wake up."

Liv groaned and buried her face into the pillow. She was aware that Vaas was calling her name, but she was far too comfortable to open her eyes.

"Do you want me to get the spiders?" Vaas asked.

No, she didn't. Whining, Liv forced open her eyes and stared at the man hovering over her.

"I'm awake."

She stretched her back and hummed in relief; she felt much better.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Nueve horas (nine hours)," Vaas replied.

Liv counted on her fingers.

"That's nine, right?"

"You don't know Spanish? It's the second-most spoken native language in the fucking world, querida (darling)," he explained with a look of annoyance.

Sadly no.

"It was either Spanish or French in high school and I chose French. It's considered to be the most romantic language," Liv mentioned.

She barely passed the class, however - it didn't matter now.

"You like to be romanticized? Hmm? An accent is what gets you wet?" Vaas asked with a grin.

"You're so forward," Liv uttered.

And lewd. She covered her heated face with her arm.

"Didn't you have something for me to do?"

Since Chris was sick. Liv hoped that he was OK.

"Only if you say please and thank you in Spanish," Vaas remarked. "Words will get you a long way with me."

Liv peeked at him, noting the glint in his eyes. She didn't even know how.

"Teach me."

Vaas grinned. Something told her that was the right answer.

"You'd say, por favor y gracias."

"Por favor--"

Vaas interrupted her with a tsk.

"Don't be fucking lazy. Roll your rs."

Liv took an uneasy breath and tried again.

"Por favor y gracias."

Standing, he motioned for her to get up. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do, but regardless Liv stood and put on her shoes, then followed Vaas from the trailer. He led her around to a hut where Carlos and a group of pirates were - some were seated, playing cards and some were lounging.

"Carlos, we're ready!"

Ready for what? Liv raised a curious brow.

"Everything is set up, Jefe (boss)," the wall of a man retorted.

Vaas took her by the arm and led her to the gate. Liv expected his right hand to follow like a loyal dog, but the entire group; a nervous air surrounded her. What was going on? Near the gate, she noticed four multicolored glass bottles resting on a wooden board that was elevated by a set of cinder blocks.

Target practice?

The sound of a hammer being pulled confirmed her suspicion. She turned her attention to Vaas as he took the safety off his gun and offered it to her.

"Me?" She asked.

"Yes, you. Who the fuck else?" Vaas retorted. "Show these cock suckers how to shoot a gun."

Carlos snorted. He obviously underestimated her. This annoyed Liv. She took the gun and turned towards the targets.

"Don't miss. I have money riding on you," Vaas mentioned.

He reached out and covered her ears. Liv tightened her jaw. No pressure; what a fucking joke. She steadied the gun and aimed at the first bottle. With an easy breath, she slowly squeezed the trigger. The neck shattered and she grinned. Her aim was a little high though. Liv readjusted.

One by one she took out the targets and when Vaas removed his hands, an air of pride surrounded her as she heard applause from the pirates. Her face heated up.

Vaas took the gun from her and holstered it.

"Pay up motherfucker," he told Carlos.

Liv turned and watched the said man retrieve a wad of money from his pocket, handing it to Vaas. His annoyed eyes met hers and to spite him, she mouthed fuck you, earning a flick on the nose from Vaas.

"Behave," he warned her.

She groaned and twitched her nose; it was worth it.

"Go get Liv a mango. She earned it," Vaas ordered. His eyes averted to the others. "And you cock suckers get back to work."

Carlos narrowed his eyes but despite his annoyance, he turned and walked away; the others followed him, making jokes at his expense.

Liv was pumped. She genuinely smiled and turned her eyes to Vaas. In her high, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you."

The pirate widened his eyes and then grinned. He took her by the arm and yanked her back into the outpost.

"Carlos! You owe me, mother fucker! She kissed me like she kissed that rich fucking white boy on her phone! I told you!"

Liv was mortified. What the hell did she just do?

#vaas montenegro #far cry fanfiction #vaas x oc #far cry 3 fanfiction #far cry